Starfire got out of her bed. Unlike the other private rooms, Starfire's room still had the furniture in it, since Starfire hadn't removed any of it before leaving years ago. Mainly because she didn't know that she wouldn't be coming back. Of course, she did eventually come back. It just took her a lot longer than she thought.

She stepped away from her bed and stretched a little. She hadn't slept well. She wasn't used to the earth schedule. She had been living on her own planet for so long, and now had to readjust. Its what her friends call "jet lag". Nonetheless, she had to get up. She didn't come all this way just to sleep. The titans had a job to do. Like old times…

Starfire began preparing for the day. She needed to clean up, but her methods for doing so were slightly different from humans. She used a Tamaranian tool for cleaning her cranial orifices. Then she brushed her teeth. She then splashed some water on her face, and looked at herself in the mirror. She smiled. Despite the lack of sleep, she hoped that she looked good for… she turned away, walking back over to her window. She looked out at this world, both alien and familiar. A big bustling city full of humans, and some non-humans. She was glad to be back. She was glad to be with her old friends again. But she paused and wondered how they currently felt about her. Was it just like before? It felt different somehow. Like there was a distance between them. Maybe even a coldness. She noticed it with Nightwing, of course. But also with the others, except possibly Cyborg. Was it some resentment or hostility between them? Or had they all just changed with age? Nightwing's image came into her mind, and she sighed.

"Nightwing." She whispered to herself. It sounded strange to her when she said it. Almost like she was saying a stranger's name. She still tried to imbue it with the same warmth that she did for "Robin". Robin. Her Robin. Her friend. Her boyfriend… formerly. He went by a different name now. His appearance was different as well. He had grown taller, and wider. His voice was somewhat deeper. And Nightwing himself… was still the same. At least, on the surface. But there was something different about him. Something hard to explain. All these years, she had tried not to think of Robin. Pushed him to the back of her thoughts. But she still missed him. When she came back, she was looking forward to seeing Robin again, only to find Nightwing instead. What does it mean? Who is he now, underneath?

Starfire turned again. She thought that maybe talking to her other friends would make her feel better. There was Raven… But she seemed different too. Raven had never quite been a warm person, most of the time. But she was always a friend. But now, Starfire sensed something about Raven. Something… unapproachable. There was Beast Boy and Cyborg… Starfire was unsure of things. She just knew that they had to go out today. Maybe things would become more clear in time.

Starfire wasted no more time, and left her room. She headed down to the ops room to find out what they were doing today.

Tumblers clicked and shifted, as a key turned in the slot. A door opened. In the doorway stood a man in a uniform and helmet. The uniform of the Jump city police. As with many others, the helmet/mask covered his head completely. He peered into the evidence room of the police station. He took a look around the medium sized room, scanning the shelves from where he stood. He was alone. He turned back to look at the hallway behind. Nobody. He then stepped into the room and shut the door behind him. He took a few steps in, and then took off the helmet covering his head. Free of the helmet, Nightwing placed it on a shelf nearby.

He had been careful getting in here, and acquiring the uniform. Of course, the man it belonged to would tell his superiors about the missing uniform. Hopefully they just think he lost it. "I'm in." he said into his comm.

"Okay, let me know if you need anything." Cyborg said on the other end. Nightwing had decided it would be a better idea to come alone. The others weren't great at stealth, with the possible exception of Raven. But she didn't want to come for some reason. Nightwing himself wasn't big on hiding in the shadows either. At least, not as big on it as his old mentor. But that didn't mean he couldn't do it if he wanted.

Nightwing looked through the shelves of evidence. He didn't find what he was looking for. At least, not yet. Drugs. Guns. Knives. But nothing that seemed to be specifically linked to the recent crime. He could have gone to the crime scene itself. But he, along with the others, decided that wasn't the best idea, for a few reasons. One, the police probably took any evidence worth examining. Granted, there was always a chance they missed something. But then there was the second concern: that it might be a trap. They've been ambushed by the Ravagers before. Maybe they attacked the lab in the hope of luring the Titans there. So, Nightwing came to the police evidence room instead. Which, admittedly, had risks of its own. But he wanted to see what evidence they had.

Nightwing reached the end of the current aisle of shelves, and moved onto the next one. He walked down the row, eyeing the shelves on both sides. He had left the helmet in the other aisle, so if someone came in, he'd have to move fast. As he walked, he thought about the Ravagers. How if they were in this situation, they probably wouldn't have hesitated to simply kill anyone in their way, instead of sneaking around. Which might make things easier for them. That's what makes the path of evil tempting for some people. Being able to do what you want without having to hold back out of concern for others. Which is part of the reason it can be hard to catch them. On the other hand, it also means that you can't really trust anyone. In Nightwing's experience, villains tend to have allies, but rarely friends. After all, how can two morally bankrupt people fully trust each other?

"Nightwing, did you find anything yet?" Cyborg said. There was static, and his voice was slightly muffled. Probably not a great signal inside these thick walls.

"Not yet." Nightwing said. "But there must be something here."

"I still don't know if it was a good idea to go alone." Cyborg said.

"If anything goes wrong, I'll let you know." Nightwing paused. "Besides, with the team right now, things are kind of…" Nightwing trailed off.

"Kind of what?" Cyborg said. Nightwing sad nothing. "You know, Raven has been pretty quiet lately." Cyborg continued. "And even Starfire seems a little off."

Nightwing sighed. "I know, but… this isn't the time to talk about that right now."

"Sure. I'll be here if you need me." The signal went off. Nightwing put his comm away again. He had just been thinking about how the bad guys can't trust each other, but here he was not able to talk to his own team. He had to say something to them, he knew it. He wanted to talk to Raven. And he needed to talk to Starfire. But at least one of those conversations was going to be difficult. He knew that too. He knew early on that things would be awkward with Starfire. But this…

He shook his head. He was getting too distracted, lost in his thoughts. He needed to focus. There would be time for that other stuff later. Wouldn't there?

He reached the wall on one end of the room. In the corner, he noticed a cage. It had a lock on it, but he could see some of what was inside. He stepped closer. It looked like some clothes with blood on them. Including a lab coat. There were some burnt things, but it was hard to tell what most of it was without looking at it closely. And… there was a bag of golf clubs in there. Although it looked like a few were missing.

Is this all from the crime scene? He thought. Could it really all just be here? Not technically out in the open, but a little more on display then he would have thought. He could break the lock, or pick it. But he was trying to minimize risk in this case. They had already had a few run ins with the police. He was trying not to leave behind signs of tampering if possible. He decided to pull out a small camera he had brought along. He started taking pictures of the evidence, when he noticed something. Above the cage was a small sign. "For the boss." He assumed that meant the captain they had previously had run-ins with. In that case, he definitely didn't want to risk touching it.

Nightwing took a few more photos. He tried taking a closer look at some of the items, as much as he could. It looked like one of the least damaged items was a photo. The glass was cracked and the frame partially burnt. It was a picture of the lab members together. Several of them were now dead. Not all of them though. Some of them hadn't been there when the attack happened, and at least a couple people survived the attack. Still…

It wasn't as much as he was hoping, but it was something. He'd examine the photographs later. He went back and got the helmet, and put it back on. He left the room and surprisingly managed to get out of there without incident.

A small round object flew through the air. It rose high before descending, and then crashed down through someone's window. The sound of the glass shattering could be heard by the people in the neighboring houses. A minute later, another object flew, and this one ended up hitting someone's car, leaving a dent and triggering the car alarm. It could be heard throughout the area. Further away, atop a hill about half a mile away was where the objects were coming from. Someone stood at the hilltop, with a nearby road leading down into the residential area. He looked down at the houses below him. He picked up another object. It was a golf ball, much like the ones just launched. He placed it on top of an empty beer can, serving as a tee. In his other hand, he held a golf club. The club had blood stains on it.

"Not bad." Silver Ravager said. "But your swings don't have enough power behind them." Bronze Ravager stood a few feet away, leaning on her own club. She narrowed her eyes at him.

"Strength isn't everything." She said. "You know that." He just shrugged, and prepared another shot. They both knew he was physically stronger than she was. But they also both knew that she was the better and more skilled fighter. He could beat her in an arm wrestling contest, but in an actual fight she would win most of the time, because she was simply better than him, muscle mass notwithstanding. That being said…

The sound of the ball hitting its target could be heard. Something fell over. He also had good aim. Which was why he mostly stuck to guns, while she preferred swords. After making the shot, Silver spread his arm out, calling attention to what he just did. He stepped back.

"My turn, Grant." She said. She walked over and got into position.

"Now I'm Grant again." He said. His tone was ambiguous. He watched her as she got into position. She noticed, but focused on setting up the swing.

"I like it better than 'Silver Ravager'." She said.

"That was just for the Titans." He said. "They couldn't handle two people called Ravager." He snorted. "Anyway, what about your name?"

"What about it?" she said.

"You like Rose better than Bronze Ravager?"

"Who the hell wants to settle for being bronze?" she said. "I noticed you made yourself silver."

He shrugged. "Just a name. So Rose is best?"

She finally lifted her head to look at him. "If it were up to me, I'd just be Ravager."

Silver Ravager, aka Grant, folded his arms. "So, no Rose then?"

Bronze Ravager, aka Rose, shrugged her shoulders, but then quickly squared them again. "You can call me Rose. I don't hate it. I just don't feel like a flower." A slight wind picked up, and she adjusted her position slightly. Then, she swung. The ball flew, and after a moment, it hit the side of a building. Then, it ricocheted and hit an awning, and then bounced off of that and smashed someone's glass lawn table.

Grant watched, and put his hands on his hips. "You mean to do that?" he asked.

"Of course." She said. The ball didn't fly nearly as far as when Grant hit it, but it was an impressive trick shot. She could have hit it further out, but would have been much more likely to miss.

"Hmmm." Grant said. "Not bad, but-" his sentence was interrupted by the sound of a police siren. They both turned around, and saw a cop car coming down the road towards them, lights flashing. They stood and watched its approach. The car pulled up, stopping several yards away. A man stepped out of the vehicle, silhouetted by the poor lighting in the area.

"Alright, hold it." The man said in an authoritative voice. "We've gotten complaints about-" the man shined a flashlight at the two of them, illuminating them both in the dim setting. The white light made them look almost like ghosts. The officer stopped talking once the light shined on them. The three of them stood there for a minute. The Ravagers stared back at him.

"Sorry to bother you." The officer said. "Have a good night." The authority in his voice was gone. He shut off the flashlight and got back in his car. He was gone in seconds. The two Ravagers turned to each other.

"Maybe we should find a new place to do this." Rose said.

Grant scoffed. "We can do what we want." He turned his head, looking out on the town. His expression turned sour. "I was hoping someone would come up here and start something. Even the damn Titans didn't show up at the lab tonight."

Rose lifted her golf club, and pounded the end into her palm, holding it lengthwise. "Yeah, well. There's more than one way to skin a cat."

End Notes: This took longer than expected. I'll try to get the next chapter out sooner, but things are busy this time of year. Thanks for sticking with the story so far.